Vision Of Our World Gone Mad

Vision Of Our World Gone Mad
© Surazeus
2018 08 30

While walking toward bright vision of my Muse,
emanation of light from the Glow Cloud
of transcendent beauty in human form,
I feel overwhelming love for the Truth,
so I push through shimmering veil of illusion
till I find real woman of flesh and blood.

Sitting by the window in beams of light,
for a brief second she glances at me
when I smile and greet her with simple joy,
then returns to sewing on velvet cloth
landscape of buildings among forest trees
where humans and animals dwell in peace.

Sitting before glowing computer screen,
I ponder socio-political events
that appear in news feeds on social media
which describe and analyze human actions
to consider issues of work and crime
where justice is not applied equally.

Women earn less than men for hours of work,
angry white men go on wild murder sprees
while police are killing unarmed black men,
and women are harassed and raped by men
who feel they are entitled to the prize,
while law-makers try to repeal health care.

When humans still lived in small villages,
men built houses with cooking hearths of stone
and brought food for women to prepare meals
while children helped with chores around the farm,
then sat together in soft twilight glow
to sing tales as stars twinkled in night sky.

Now we live in metropolitan maze,
driving cars on roads to workplace and store,
paying for rent, food, fuel, utilities, phone,
insurance, internet, and television,
racing ever faster to win the prize
of vast wealth to relax in paradise.

We wage wars against religious fanatics
who fight against our imperial expansion,
afraid they will destroy democracy
and reduce our women to baby-makers
and keep us enslaved in large factories,
while capitalists are doing these things.

We watch loud movies about superheroes
with powerful strength who soar into the sky
to defend our lush planet against aliens
lead by monstrous devils from outer space,
while others attend church to worship God,
that supernatural king from outer space.

The view of the world Christians long believed,
that our unmoving world of changing matter,
created by the Craftsman with ideal forms,
who dwells outside crystal shells that he dials
to manipulate events down on Earth,
was shattered by telescope of Galileo.

The first man in China who stuffed gunpowder
in metal tube, then sparked flame to shoot bullets,
started seven-hundred-year war of conquest
that spread around the globe in teeming waves
as gangs of men shoot each other with guns
in massive holocaust of wild destruction.

Men employ tubes of metal spewing flames,
pistols, rifles, cannons, and nuclear missiles,
to fight each other in endless world war
over who will dominate spinning globe
to crown their God-Father as King of Heaven
and populate the planet with their children.

What role can I play in this game of thrones
but chart maps for military defense
and write epic poem of philosophers
to present wise thinkers as cultural heroes
whose quest to discover nature of things
unleashed knowledge of new technology?

Inserting our brains in new robot bodies,
we connect our minds in the world wide web,
the human ghost in the mechanic shell
who overcomes the weakness of our flesh
to terraform the waste lands of our world
into flourishing gardens of fruit trees.

Another nobody working all day
to survive in the Land of Onatah,
I transform into the Indifferent Boy,
the new superhero for our strange age,
detached hipster writing poems in cafes
while arguing politics on social media.

I wiggle fingers to cast magic spells,
tapping secret runes on computer keyboard
that calculates formulas of divine truth
which beams visions into the ethernet
where angels and devils in cyberspace
battle to program new world paradigm.

Waking from vision of our world gone mad,
while I typed riddles into prophecies,
I step outside my house on the front porch
to watch lightning flash across Georgia hills,
and feel hot raindrops splattering on my face
as our world keeps spinning in boundless void.